Luyện nghe bài hát Down (Lloyd Banks Diss)

Oooooh,

(The Game)
That's Lloyd momma singin',
You betta tell boy to keep his mouth closed,
Or he gon' get a tux,
And a wake,
How my bow tie lookin'?,
You ready?,
go.

When I see Lloyd it's goin', (down, down)
If you in the car wit em' you betta get, (down, well)
rifle,
And i'm blastin' on so,
Ski mask, i'm psycho,
My gun got scope.

Two in the leg em, (down, down)
From Thirty away he fell, (down, oooh well)
Touch like Michael,
One of the dice, oh!,
You wanna wit' your life,
die slow.

Now casket goin', (down, down)
Tony Yayo to run,
I him, (down, oooh well)
Cause' I the Jakes,
Pat him take his cake,
He wanna be a nigga,
as well paint his face.

And how I get, (down, down)
Fuck G-Unit i'm not (down, oooh well)
Used to wit' em',
Slice up the pie em',
Got out the group,
'cause I wasn't die wit' em'.

And how it went, (down, down)
At Hot 97 we came, (down, well)
Had Thirty niggas me,
Niggas sport the Dickies,
out of cabs,
We just to talk to 50.

We wanna know what's (down, down)
pulled heat it went, (down, oooh well)
Had to the block,
I ain't tryna' the cops,
a couple shots,
Then I seen the cases drop.

P-nut to get, (down, down)
I back and saw my nigga goin', (down, oooh well)
I said,"homie we can't em'",
What if my dyin',
Soon as we hit then,
We heard sirens.

Oh shit!, goin', (down, down)
Guns out, they tellin' him to get, (down, well)
He on knees,
Blood out his jeans,
22 should I go to jail or flee the scene.

Either way goin', (down, down)
So I in the truck and went, (down, oooh well)
in a black suburban,
One on my mind,
Go hard til' them get murdered.

'cause he to get my nigga shot, (down, down)
But he survived and now he (down, oooh well)
To the station,
Police at the Double-U
On me to arrive and now I shake em'.

They take a nigga, (down, down)
We on the same goin', (down, oooh well)
fitted,
Got the lean,
So ain't notice me,
Now mad as fuck,
And gotta watch my Range leave.

Hit the 95 and head, (down, down)
to Philly so i can lay it, (down, oooh well)
Catch the first thing back the L-A-X,
up my Air Nikes,
Then I slept the flight.

Had a dream it goin', (down, down)
up and saw my plane comin', (down, oooh well)
Missed the trees,
everyday,
New my second home,
But i'm in L.A.

And i shit, (down, down)
The was empty so I sat, (down, oooh well)
And just my biz,
Theres two sides to westside story,
And I tell it like it is.

And how it went, (down, down)
On my son that's all went, (down, oooh well)
So stop tellin' them lies to all motherfuckin' magazines,
And radio nigga you know what happened.

Me and Lloyd aint, (down, down)
Keep shit, i'll lay you, (down, oooh well)

You niggas ran out the nigga,
All I to do was holla man,
To see was what.

Y'all was too fuckin' to come, (down, down)
been to Compton, you know how I get, (down, oooh well)
So fuck nigga,
And it's that,
For life.